If you know me at all, you also know Uncle Bill. He finds his way to my writing pretty regularly. Well, I was lucky enough to spend a couple days with Uncle Bill and one of those days was the day before my Birthday. We had quite a day. We went grocery shopping and picked out all of the most delicious looking goodies. We approached the checkout and Uncle Bill went to each line looking at the cashiers. Uncle Bill does not pick the line he will join by the length of the line. He picks his line by the friendliness of the checker.

We got back to his home and made a scrumptious meal of pizza and beer. We made snickerdoodles. Uncle Bill is an engineer and his job was to smoosh the perfectly round balls of dough into 1/2 inch discs. Uncle Bill leaves nothing to chance. He left the room and came back with his measuring stick. I LOVED it. Lemon drink in one hand and measuring stick in the other.

After dinner Uncle Bill sat down and told me all about what his life was like when he was 28 years old. Uncle Bill was born in 1917, so you can imagine that his experiences were pretty different to anything that I have experienced. He told me in perfectly lucid detail about the conversations he had had and the people that came into and out of his life. It was a perfect evening.

Today is my Birthday. I have had a perfect day surrounded by family and have loved every minute. Life couldn't get any better. I just hope that when I am 92 years old I can remember my life experiences as clearly as Uncle Bill remembers his.